P simply waited. It was a long day, and she was heckled. Sipping on her gin and tonic, all she wanted was anything, anything that would alleviate the tension in her shoulders. She had come out, today of all days, because she wanted a release, nay, she needed a release.
Out of the corner of her eye, she notices someone making his way over to her. She snorted. Not him. Never him in a thousand years. She could be increasingly frustrated with her life, and yet, she maintained her standards. She didn't like him. He didn't match up. She wanted more. She looked on. She wanted to be pleasured. She wanted to feel fire. She wanted to arch her back and scream out to the high heavens.
But maybe, it wasn't meant today. Maybe, all she would do was go back home, and brood over her solitude. Maybe.
***
I sidle closer. Looking at everyone around, she seems different. Maybe, because she isn't staring at everyone while they are. Maybe, because she was quietly minding her own business, while everyone was dancing out of their wits. But whatever it was, this being of silence had intrigued me. It was my first day in this new city, and it would help having a friend around. Or more.
"What's a place doing in a girl like you?" I knowingly botch up the line. She looks up, and smiles a little. Her gaze burying me to the spot, all I could do was stare. She was beautiful. With brown lock, full lips, and milky, creamy skin, she looked other-worldly in this place. I couldn't help sizing her up. She in her little black dress, looking fascinatingly sexy. And, if my eyes weren't mistaken, she was doing the same too. Well, black shirt and denims don't usually burn out, do they? I locked eyes with her again, and smiled. Maybe, today was a good day.